Page 53 of All Hallows Game

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CAT

His grin was swift and dangerous. “That’s my fucking girl.” He leaned forward to lick his way up my throat, pausing to suck on the spot that reduced me to liquid need before he found my lips, kissing around the gag, licking the tip of my tongue, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, grazing with his teeth. “That’s my perfect, messed up little slut. You don’t want to escape my torment. You want to revel in it.”

I arched up against him, the feel of skin to skin drugging me. A gasp hit the gag when he tugged each chain, taunting my nipples, repeating the pull until I whined.

“Aw baby,” he murmured, pushing hair back from my face so he could gaze into my eyes. “Are you sore?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He smirked, removing the left clasp so suddenly that searing, unbearable sensation shot through my nipple, and my back bowed as I panted. It was worse coming off than the initial clamp. Oh god, it was so much worse. Tor flicked my abused nipple with his finger, and when my eyes slammed shut, screwed tight, he laughed and strummed my pained nipple until the sensation spiked.

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.

“Amber,” I slurred around the gag.

Tor’s demeanour changed instantly, his touch softening, voice gentling. He reached up to ease the gag from my mouth, fingers lingering on my cheeks. “I’ve got you, beautiful. Do you need me to untie me?”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. My arms burned, but I liked the restrains. “My nipple hurts,” I said miserably.

Tor kissed me quickly before he slid down my body, wrapping his mouth around the throbbing breast and lapping slow, soothing circles around my nipple. His hands moved up and down my sides, stroking comfort into my body, and I relaxed as the unbearable sting faded.

“We can stop right now,” he said, peering up at me, scanning my expression.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Your pout is so fucking cute,” he teased, kissing rings around my nipple, each press light, tantalising instead of torturing. The worst of the sting faded until I could stand it.

“You promised to break me apart,” I reminded him, my heart pounding. The wand still vibrated powerfully beside us, and I was painfully aware of its presence. More stimulation scared me, but I craved it. I wanted what Tor promised, wanted what his rough treatment offered: oblivion.

“Careful what you wish for, my beautiful girl,” Tor warned, a smirk transforming his face into something mischievous and so fucking handsome that my heart skipped. The butterflies were back and stronger than ever.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple and drew back, eyes on my face. “Think you can keep coming for me?”

I gulped, goosebumps on my arms. “How many times…?”

Tor’s smile deepened, his hands stroking down my body as he moved off me, thumbs on either side of my pussy, spreading me for his stare. “Lots,” he answered finally, his voice deeper. I throbbed and he saw it. Saw the arousal that dripped from me, too. “I think my little bride wants to come for me. This needy cunt certainly does.”

Heat crept through me, catching like a fire—slow and then all at once. “Tor,” I breathed, a plea.

That dark glint returned to his eyes as he looked up at me. “I think I’ll keep the gag out of your mouth this time. I want to hear you scream.”

I flexed my hands against the headboard, my breathing turning short when he took up the wand again, cruelty returning to his expression. “Still green, my greedy whore?”

I swallowed a whine and nodded.

“You won’t be for long,” he laughed, like a threat, like he hadn’t just stopped the instant I said amber. I fought to keep the smile off my face, but I needn’t have bothered. My mouth fell open when the wand stroked from my entrance to my clit, running in violent circles around my swollen nerves until I was jittering, my hips jumping, my breathing a fractured mess. So quick, he worked me up again until I was squirming, pleading, moaning his name.

“See, no need to be scared,” he soothed, but there was only sadism in his voice. “You love this. Your pussy is a slave to my wand, and you, pretty girl, are mine. Aw, you can’t even help it, can you? Look, you’re coming again already.”

“God,” I choked out, my head thrown back, a current running through me from head to toe as my orgasm wrecked me. So good, so fucking good. Too fucking good. “Too much,” I gasped.

“No,” Tor argued. “I decide what’s too much, remember? Five orgasms aren’t nearly enough to satisfy me. I want you broken, and as long as you can still form speech, you’re not broken.”

My body bucked as another wave went through me. My clit ached, pulsing with sharp stabs that might have been pleasure, might have been pain. I caught my breath when fingers slid through swollen, sensitive flesh, stroking every tingling inch of me until two slid inside my spasming pussy. He was far from finished with me. Very, very far from it. I began to tremble, overwhelmed, but my pussy didn’t get the memo, clamping around his fingers in deep clenches.

“Practically begging for me,” Tor laughed, stroking in and out slowly, keeping the wand against my pussy with his other hand, as smug and imperious as a prince. “Such a pretty, submissive toy for me.”

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